Lyrics
I payed my dues with effort
I still lose count counting my blessings
Sold dubs at my gigs, pain is the essence
Now I’m making hits, taking them hits made me a weapon
Uh, I never had a pot to piss in Now I piss in a pot of gold and watch it glisten
In a race with my own race, that’s not the mission
That’s why I’d rather link WSTRN than cop a Smith &
Every time that top was missing, I went missing
Came back and left the old me, my friends miss him
How am I gonna stay the same tryna make a difference?
Tryna make a living, then make a killing and live killing shit
I mind my business cuh my mind’s on my businesses
Kicked out of business studies, studied my businesses
It’s kind of crucial what Ms. Simmons did
I’ve got away with words, a way with words cause I’m a lyricist
Mumma needs a new stove so I do stove
Could have got sectioned, I had to do road
And now I’ve got some new dough off a new flow
Couple diamonds, I can kill one bird with two stones
I used to wake up in the AM, cold showers
While I hear my Nana praying, amen
Counting money, watching Boondocks
Then I put it in my shoebox, still tryna put my crew on Ring the alarm, ring the alarm
Everybody run when the po po come
All I see is a smoking gun
Whoa, yeah
Ring the alarm, ring the alarm
Everybody wanna be all in, so
I’mma stay up till the morning comes
Whoa, yeah
How am I going to sign a deal with ya, even deal with ya?
If you don’t deal with me properly, what’s the deal with ya?
I was taught to be real with ya, so I’m real with ya Though I’m in Tommy Hilfiger, still a real nigga
Yeah, my plan A was my plan B I only planned my A levels for my family
And now I’m with a bad bitch and some bad breed youts
Even though I can’t change them, I can teach
The things we used to do for figures
Now I do a one show and that’s a new four figures
I can go forever and a few more minutes
I’m just tryna paint pictures, I don’t do this for the image
I do this for the broke niggas
Not the 'lose a little hope and it’s over', they’re some joke niggas
I don’t dodge my old women
Cause there’s nothing wrong with gold diggers
When you dig for gold with your own niggas
Shining, from the ground up, we was grinding
Told the mandem watch cause it’s timing
The top is like a DM, I’mma slide in And bring my people through, I’ve got pride in my lions
I used to wake up in the AM, cold showers
While I hear my Nana praying, amen
Counting money, watching Boondocks
Then I put it in my shoebox, still tryna put my crew on Ring the alarm, ring the alarm
Everybody run when the po po come
All I see is a smoking gun
Whoa, yeah
Ring the alarm, ring the alarm
Everybody wanna be all in, so
I’mma stay up till the morning comes
Whoa, yeah
Don’t tell me about no hard knock life
When you’ve had a good dream, the alarm’s not nice
Heart on my sleeve but my garms weren’t nice
I would talk to myself and ask for advice
Like, how am I gonna get this dough?
And was it really worth my time? Do I say yes or no?
Do I let shit slide or do I get involved?
And everything changed when I went with the flow, yeah
I used to wake up in the AM, cold showers
While I hear my Nana praying, amen
Counting money, watching Boondocks
Then I put it in my shoebox, still tryna put my crew on Ring the alarm, ring the alarm
Everybody run when the po po come
All I see is a smoking gun
Whoa, yeah